Day 5

Arissa was gripping his hand so tightly that Fara couldn’t be sure if it was her nervous state or his that was causing them both to tremor. She tilted her head as she read and he knew that she was trying to read through the tears. He also knew that there was no use offering her something to wipe them; she would want to let them fall unchecked. Finally Arissa looked up from the letter, and she was smiling. Fara let go of a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. “They made it?”
“They made it.” Arissa’s grip on his hand relaxed and she shook out her shoulders. “They’re back together. They’re safe.”

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